The hazy babble of waking up

Hayden 2022-04-24 07:01:16

To be honest, I can't figure out a complete and logical story from the film, and I have no such intention, and even refuse to read articles about the interpretation of the plot.

For me, Tarkovsky's "Mirror" already has the ethereal, ambiguous and extremely personal qualities of dreams and poems. The director cut open his personal sincerity, what hides is his own past, his thoughts and his imagination, and at the moment I watch it, all his past, my thoughts and my imagination are all integrated into it. , is no longer what it used to be. Therefore, in order to ensure that such privatization is not further alienated (and the same is true of dreams, all the privatizations in it are difficult to be fully understood by others), multiple layers of elaboration will only turn the poem into a sticky mass of words.

The reason I like "Mirror" is also quite simple. It surprised me to realize that there is such a film of dream-like exploration. The transformation of the lens and the strange texture of the scene occasionally impact my short-term knowledge. Even when some scenes inexplicably generate a strong but anonymous emotion, and then try to recall what happened, only some vague images and scenes are found in my mind.

Isn't that what dreams are about? After waking up, inexplicable emotions are rolling in your heart, you will say as if "a piece is missing in your heart", as if there is a "bird dancing", but you just can't tell what emotion it is, happy? sad? Lost? We who have lost the figurative scene in our dreams seem to have lost part of the description function and cannot speak well in words. This state is probably a bit similar to the stuttering boy at the beginning of the film.

Another characteristic of dreams is that they disappear quickly after waking up, so I choose to write down the text quickly after reading it, and in the process of writing, the disappearance is also gradually going on. Gradually fade, we can also call it "memory", but the "memory" of dreams is particularly unstable.

If someone sees what I've written and thinks it's disorganized and full of nonsense, that's not wrong, for me it's just such a thing, a rambling, private outpouring of personal emotion.

Wake up, goodbye!

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  • Damian 2022-03-27 09:01:13

    Spreading Hands. Helpless. 2016.4.24 @China Film Archive

  • Freeda 2022-03-25 09:01:14

    Review, have some new experience. In fact, this is the shadow of a beautiful and unique poem. By traveling between childhood memories and current dreams, the director uses the medium of mirrors and stares at himself to collage the profound memories of childhood, whether pain or guilt, time flows like water, and past things are also serenely engraved in the film. In time, the depth of field is quiet and secluded. Although times have changed, I want to reconstruct the childhood scene in order to achieve negotiation and commonality with my childhood soul. The reflection in the mirror also reflects the director's fascination with childhood memories and his fascination with past history. experience. The author uses soothing style and recited poems to advance the narrative without specific logic, and pays attention to the ritual sense and authenticity of the language of the camera. With the use of long shots, the anxieties and struggles of the characters are so real. In fact, the film is the director's tribute to the past. He hopes to communicate with the audience through his own pure and natural context as much as possible. Through memories and dreams, color modulation and wartime records, beautiful scenery and family trivia, these are integrated into a whole concept. and images to express the perception and understanding of different things at different ages.

Mirror quotes

  • Father: It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather's house used to be in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening. At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can't wait to see this dream in which I'l be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible...

  • Forensic doctor: You know, I fell and found strange things here - roots, bushes... Has it ever occurred to you that plants can feel, know, even comprehend? The trees, this hazelnut bush...

    Natalya: This is an alder tree.

    Forensic doctor: It doesn't matter. They don't run about. Like us who are rushing, fussing, uttering banalities. That's because we don't trust nature that is inside us. Always this suspiciousness, haste, and no time to stop and think.